Advertisements for Myself

by Norman Mailer

Paperback, 1992

Status

Available

Call number

813.54

Genres

Biography & Memoir

Biography

Collection

Untitled collection

Publication

Harvard University Press (1992), Edition: Reprint, 532 pages

Description

Originally published in 1959, Advertisements for Myself is an inventive collection of stories, essays, polemic, meditations, and interviews. It is Mailer at his brilliant, provocative, outrageous best. Emerging at the height of "hip," Advertisements is at once a chronicle of a crucial era in the formation of modern American culture and an important contribution to the great autobiographical tradition in American letters.

Media reviews

The Nation

I suspect Mailer may create more interest in himself by having made this “clean breast of it” than he would have got by publishing a distinguished novel. The audience no longer consumes novels, but it does devour personalities. Yet what happens after one is eaten? Is one regurgitated? Or does

the audience move on to its next dinner of scandal and tears, its previous meal absorbed and forgotten? But despite a nice but small gift for self-destruction, Mailer is uncommonly adroit, with an eye to the main chance (the writer who lacks this instinct is done for in America; excellence is not nearly enough). I noted with some amusement that, despite his air of candor, he makes no new enemies in this book. He scores off those who are lost to him anyway, thus proving that essentially the work is politic. His confessions, when not too disingenuous, are often engaging and always interesting, as he tries to record his confusions... Mailer is a Bolingbroke, a born usurper. He will raise an army anywhere, live off the country as best he can, helped by a devoted underground, even assisted at brief moments by rival claimants like myself. Yet when all is said, none of this is the way to live. And it is not a way (at least it makes the way harder) to create a literature. If it helps Hemingway to think of literature as a Golden Gloves Tournament with himself pounding Maupassant to the mat or fighting Stendhal to a draw, then no doubt the fantasy has been of some use. But there is also evidence that the preoccupation with actual political power is a great waste of time. Mailer has had the honesty to confess that his own competitiveness has wasted him as he worries about reviewers and bad publicity and the seemingly spiteful successes of other novelists.

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User reviews

LibraryThing member joeydag

As I remember this is a collection of essays and small pieces. Is "The White Negro" included? I think he was criticizing that bit of NY society the Leonard Bernstein was leading.

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LibraryThing member jshttnbm

I don't even know what to say about this. Mailer is such a scumbag but that's the point! "The White Negro" is just completely insane! I hated all the fiction.

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